Tuche & Automaton

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

dreamwheels


i drove my words over the dark borders,
upon the black tarmacdum of futile hope
like a vehicle bereft of wheels.
headlights grazing the sparse trees,
bats flitter fight into pinpoint light.
a broken shaft in the doomy ink.


words copyright of cocaine jesus

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